感觉费力气写完，不发出来，亏了点什么，遂发
“From the foundest sence of duty surges the will to fight，
On those wings of heavy silver let the maid take flight.
Shrouded in the brightest cover bathed in this metallic light，
One may set upon this path embracing the flowering night.”
从最真挚的责任心中燃出那熊熊斗志
就让女仆以这沉重银色的翅膀去飞吧
遮蔽在最闪亮的外表下沐浴金属光泽
她的身影踏上这条路拥抱着花开之夜